All of a sudden I smelled something..sweet, perfume. But such perfume I never smelled the like. It heightened the erotic feelings flaming through me..... grew more..I felt huge. I was dizzy and hot, feverish, my skin was dry and burning. A hand encircled my hard feverish member..for some reason I knew it was a hand without seeing it..as I suddenly realized whatever was with me was female. The hand was small..a young girls hand...and it squeezed me and began to gently and maddeningly stroke. "The Emir sat down. Ali and I did, too, of course. "General Rasmussen, we have heard far more of the news than is good for us. I will pray for you. It would be a wonderful thing for the land of peace to have you filthy pagans staring at us again, across the border. Tell me, have you seen the aliens yourself?" No, sir." I have. Please, allow me to tell the story. It won't take long. Last year, I had the opportunity to visit a Syrian infantry company defending Khartoum. It took a while to set it. Once she was in the stairwell, she removed her baseball cap and sunglasses, and undid her ponytail, allowing her long beautiful black hair to cascade down her back.She took the four flights of stairs almost at a run, and waltzed through the open the door to the massage parlor. At which point she screamed, for sitting on the couch in the waiting area was none other than her AuntMadhu."Auntie what are you doing here?" shrieked Geeta in Hindi."I could ask you the same question," replied her aunt.. Rubbing down my hairless pussy with the washcloth gets my body to wake up, I moan softly as my thumb rubs against the clit before moving down the slit, washing away yesterdays juices.After my shower I dress in my 'uniform', it's not really, but it's dress code a knee length skirt and button down white shirt for the girls, and button down shirts and long khaki pants for the boys. While the code says knee length, many of the girls are allowed to wear much shorter skirts, as long as it covered.